When Soxia left a few days later, he left behind a letter he had written himself. He told the other man that if he was interested in attending the Holy Banquet in the Temple Capital a year and a half from now, he could come alone; this invitation would be all he needed.
No one knew why Pitman had come, nor did anyone know how he had arrived. This exceptionally handsome man, so unlike everyone else, seemed born with a unique air about him-an air of freedom, but even more an air of solitude. It ensured that no other person would ever truly understand him throughout his life. It was a twisted aura that harbored a curse.
When Emma Swei saw her opponent, what drew her attention most was his pair of tranquil, deep green eyes. They were almost dark green, yet when the light shifted and flickered, they shone as clearly as turquoise, carrying an unalloyed sense of detachment.
One glance was enough for her to understand what sort of person stood before her. Though this was her first time meeting someone like him, that did nothing to hinder her judgment, for she had met all kinds of people.
The encounter that had left the deepest, most unforgettable impression on her had occurred on a distant afternoon four years ago...
She had been only sixteen then. Sibigail had only recently left the Temple Capital with her father, Boswell. With no one to replace the only friend in the capital to whom she could open her heart, Emma Swei had no choice but to carry on alone. Yet she suddenly discovered that everything she had once enjoyed had lost its meaning.
She no longer enjoyed arranging flowers, painting, making clothes, or shopping. She stopped taking afternoon naps and admiring the